Beneath the moon’s soft, silvery light,
A train whispers through the night.
Iron tracks sing a lullaby,
As dreams take flight, soaring high.

Windows frosted with memories past,
Each station a moment, meant to last.
Faces reflected in the glass,
Stories of old, shadows cast.

The engine’s hum a steady guide,
Through valleys deep and mountains wide.
Whispers of journeys yet untold,
Adventures await, brave and bold.

As dawn breaks, the train moves on,
New horizons greet the dawn.
Life is a journey, a winding track,
Forward we go, no looking back.